Chapter 327: Extraterrestrial Star Iron

After looking over the agriculture and getting a general sense of the military strength, all that remained was the cultural aspect.

Merchants provided the funds to build a Wanshou Palace near the pier, specifically for worshipping the Heavenly Master Xu Xun.

It was just that Xu Jia felt a secret fear of that Wanshou Emperor, worried he might dare to usurp the age of the gods.

As for Xiao Pang, he had built an Xianjia Shrine; it did not enshrine any God Immortals, only spirit tablets and rank plaques. It was just the first one, and he did not yet have the strength to build a Sanqing Palace.

"Master, please follow me."

Hui Zhuo led Xu Jia toward the volcanic region, taking the opportunity to introduce the wizard Wusachi to Xu Jia, saying that this tribe was very eager to be assimilated and very much wanted a trade route.

Xu Jia saw that his facial features were typically South Asian: sunken eye sockets, a flat nose, reddish skin, curly hair, and a small frame with large hands and feet. He wore python-skin clothing and a snake-bone necklace, looking nothing like a good person.

Yet, the smile on his face was sycophantic; if there was anything to describe it, it would be that he was "too eager to advance."

The wizards of Luzon belonged to primitive shamanism, worshipping all spirits. Even if they cultivated until death, they would at most become the soul of an evil god; they could never become a Ghost Immortal.

Not to mention that Xu Jia's abilities surpassed his, even Hui Zhuo could toy with him in terms of sorcery—provided, of course, that he did not sacrifice himself to the gods to unleash a powerful "Black Curse."

Many sacrificial rituals of primitive tribes involved coercion, chaos, fear, and uniformity. The most intuitive example was the wizard going into a state of madness, killing captives on the spot, and inviting everyone to watch, creating deterrence and psychological suggestion.

Such rituals did not constitute Rites; they belonged to the category of terror-based proselytizing, like the ancient ghosts of the Six Heavens. That volcano god was the same; when quiet, it acted as an agricultural god, but when erupting, it took on another form—that of a world-destroying god.

However, the deity of this thousand-person tribe, even with natural power as its backing, was at most at the level of a City God, or perhaps not even an Yin Spirit of the City God level, belonging at most to a "Great Earth Deity."

Wusachi said cautiously, "We heard that the Heavenly Master and God Immortal had arrived in person, and we are all welcoming you. We have prepared many gifts, only to beg for an imperial edict, so that our faith may henceforth be legitimate and orthodox."

Legitimate and orthodox faith was the pie in the sky Hui Zhuo had drawn for him. Orthodox faith meant orthodox divine power, and orthodox divine power naturally meant orthodox royal power. Wusachi wanted to act as a dog to become the King of Luzon, manage all the indigenous people, conquer them, and pay tribute to the Great Ning Dynasty.

He did not know that Xu Jia's immigration had nothing to do with the Great Ning Dynasty, but even if he did, he would likely still want to be a loyal dog, having seen the sturdy ships, powerful cannons, and various advanced technologies.

Although Luzon was small, its faiths were diverse. A single village might have seven or eight gods of different faiths, and the gods worshipped by different wizard sects were also different. While it could not compare to the Wonu Country, which claimed eight million gods, it could still be considered a land of barbarians.

Even with Hui Zhuo here, and so many Immortals present, they could only protect the Dharma Realm of the immigrant village. Going any further out, it was a desolate, terrifying existence, much like the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Mystery, the unknown, and terror would grant certain monsters or evil entities within the Dharma Realm abilities that were almost like rules. Only an Earth Immortal could contend with them, and some could even trap an Earth Immortal. Perhaps some gods and monsters had few worshippers, but if their history was long, and such an evil god had existed for one or two thousand years, that was also formidable.

The volcano god of Wusachi's tribe was still young, at least young in the mythology of this tribe, but it was powerful enough because it was the volcano itself.

Xu Jia made no promises, only saying, "If it is a benevolent god, I will take it in as a Protector Lingguan."

Wusachi was anxious, thinking to himself, "If it is a benevolent god, what is the standard for that? Regardless of the standard, sending gifts is never wrong!"

He led Xu Jia to the crater, where there was a shrine, though their shrine was very crude. The volcano had not erupted recently, but there was a saying about the "Earth Lung" of volcanoes. The Seventy-second Blessed Land was the Earth Lung Mountain Blessed Land; he wondered if it had any connection to this volcano.

This volcano last erupted several decades ago. Now that the magma had solidified, many hot springs had sprung up instead; some were like boiling water, while others were just right.

Bypassing the hot springs, they soon saw a deep pit.

Wusachi said, "It is said that hundreds of years ago, when the sacred mountain erupted, the Heavens also unleashed their fury and a star fell down. That star was very, very bright; it fell beside the sacred mountain, and thus the sacred mountain was suppressed, and the flames gradually died out." "The fiery magma, the star from the heavens, the power of heaven and earth—forged together by gold and fire, it became a divine iron. That divine iron is at the bottom of the pit. Although it is only half a person tall, it is as if it has taken root; it cannot be moved, it cannot be pried, fire has burned it, and cold water has been splashed on it, yet only some of its outer shell has cracked. Even those shell fragments, when we used them to forge weapons, were top-tier."

"I heard those merchants say this is called Extraterrestrial Star Iron. You are a Heavenly Master from the Celestial Dynasty, not a person of the mortal world; this thing that fell from the sky, I imagine only you can use it."

Xu Jia saw that the bottom of the pit was bare for a circle, with not a single flower or blade of grass; the ground was scorched like obsidian. In the outer circle, however, one could still see some weeds and vines.

"Whether this thing is a treasure, I will only know after looking."

Xu Jia took a step and arrived beside the meteorite iron.

Wusachi was still talking about using a rope to lower it down bit by bit, but Hui Zhuo showed an expression of looking at an idiot: "Are you using this thing to test my master's abilities? These are just petty tricks, low-class skills."

"How could I dare? How could I dare?"

Although he said this, he looked toward the bottom of the large meteorite pit to see what methods Xu Jia had.

Once Xu Jia reached the bottom of the pit, he felt a powerful Heavenly Magnetism Divine Evil—one part Heavenly Evil, one part Earthly Evil. The magnetism of heaven and earth was tightly attracted, and thus it remained motionless.

In other words, this meteorite was a strong magnet, and it just happened to be in yin-yang attraction with the magnetic field beneath the Earth Vein. The strength of an ordinary person would indeed find it very difficult to move.

Xu Jia touched it with his hand and heard a sharp cry, which seemed to come from the depths of the universe, or perhaps it was the resonance of the metal itself.

A faint heat and electric current entered Xu Jia's body, and Xu Jia closed his eyes, sensing it with his mind.

This was a stone egg, hiding a fetus within. Inside the fetus was a divine object that had fallen to this realm from beyond the heavens; it had no signs of life, but it was indeed miraculous.

It was actively absorbing the power of the volcano, preparing for its own emergence.

Could it be a naturally formed magic treasure? Or some innate spiritual object? Xu Jia stroked his chin, speculating, and then brought out his Golden Flood Dragon Sword and Silver Flood Dragon Sword.

Gold and silver also belonged to the category of the five metals, and they were also restrained by the magnetic evil of heaven and earth. Once the two golden and silver dragons arrived here, they were sluggish, seemingly not wanting to move.

However, they still obeyed the command; the two dragons pressed down with their four claws, one on the left and one on the right, trying to pull it up.

But after pulling for a long time, their strength was exhausted, and they could not move it at all. They spun around and transformed back into two Sword Pills.

Xu Jia scolded them: "Look at the two of you, what a disgrace."

The two swords were spiritual and felt a grievance they could not express, so they flew up and rushed down toward the volcanic crater, breaking through the magma and entering the Earth Fire and Earth Lung, where they used the Earthly Evil Fire to temper the sword shape and sword quality.

But with this method, I fear it would be difficult to succeed in cultivation using the Earth Fire without twenty or thirty years, and it is not as fast as Xu Jia cultivating his own true fire and tempering it personally within his Inner Landscape.

However, the two swords drilling into the furnace did give Xu Jia some inspiration.

"Since ancient times, electricity and magnetism have been inseparable. Why not guide a heavenly thunderbolt to strike it, pull it up in an instant, and see exactly what kind of treasure it is?"

(End of chapter)